Inigo has one job.

Surely he couldn't screw this up. Right?

".. Something cold," he repeats. And not just once. Inigo repeats it at least another time, if not two, as he starts looking around them. Something cold, something cold.. Maybe there's an ice cream shop around here? Maybe such a cold place isn't the ideal place to sell it, but on the other hand, Inigo likes the taste of it enough that he can't imagine any place, regardless of temperature, would want to deprive themselves of such a delight..

So he starts moving. Still while supporting (read: practically dragging around) Tidus, mind you. He isn't going to leave the other behind in the middle of his quest for something cold..!

The only problem is the fact that every single sign he passes by advertises spicy food. Hot food. Burning food. Why is this world like this!

Slowly starting to feel desperate, Inigo - one-job-Inigo - pipes up with: ".. D-Do you think we should just shove some ice into your mouth?"

Inigo, no. But he is worried, okay!! His one braincell works slower when it is busy worrying!